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“You need to eat.”
“I ate this morning.”
“Peyton.” His tone was still concerned, but impatience was leaking in. “You have to eat.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters, Peyton. It fucking matters a lot.” His big frame made the bed dip to one side, and when my body tipped, his arms wrapped around me. He held me tight like I mattered to him, and it felt so damn good, but it was so confusing my heart was happy and sad at the same time.
“Rocky, don’t.”
He squeezed me tighter. “Just let me fucking hold you, Peyton.” He tucked me under his chin and held me in his strong, gripping embrace. It was nice. Fuck that, it was better than nice. It was goddamn perfect. Exactly what I needed right now.
But it was also a lie. Even still, I clung to him like he was my whole world, because in that moment, that was exactly what he was. My everything. The one thing keeping me alive—literally and figuratively—while my world fell apart. And suddenly I didn’t care that he didn’t want me forever, that I wasn’t worth the confrontation with Nolan. He wanted me right now, and now was the only thing that was guaranteed. My arms tightened around him and I tilted my head up, brushing a soft kiss to the spot just under his jaw.
He tensed. “You sure?”
I nodded. I was certain that for the next few hours I would feel good. Damn good. And that was all that mattered right now.
“Fuck me like I matter, Rocky,” I whispered as I pushed at his chest, until he was on his back, refusing to look away from me as I stripped him down. “Please. I need to feel it.”
He fisted his big hand in my hair, and forced my eyes to his, which were dark and intense. “You matter, Peyton.”
I felt a telltale sting in the back of my eyes, and I immediately dropped to start kissing his chest, so he wouldn’t see.
“You matter a lot.”
It was my turn to worship his big, beautiful body, partially to distract him from how pathetic I was, but mostly because I craved it. So that’s just what I did. I kissed my way down his body, gripping strong muscular thighs as I swirled my tongue around his balls, skipping the throbbing erection that was hard to miss. I took my time circling back up and licking and sucking all six ridges of his abs, the hard mountains of his pectorals, and that sexy as fuck jawline.
“Peyton,” he growled when I hovered over his mouth. The look on his face said he had more he wanted to say, but I didn’t want to hear anything right now, so I did exactly what I wanted in that moment.
I kissed him. I kissed him long and slow and hard. I kissed him for all the kisses I couldn’t have in the future. I kissed him for every day I wouldn’t get to kiss him, and I ignored the insane urge to cry that welled up in me again. When the sensation refused to go away, I pulled back and practically dove to where he was long and thick and bobbing for my touch.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
I gripped his cock in my hand, stroking it just the way he liked as I looked at him. “This is for me.” My lips covered his cock head and my tongue swirled around every inch that disappeared down my throat.
“Oh fuck, Peyton.” His hips began to move, and I relished the movement because it meant he was losing his grip on his control.
I took him deeper and deeper, moaning at the sweet, musky taste of him. The sound of my name on his lips soaked my panties. His cock lengthened as it grew impossibly harder, the small bead of pre-cum on my tongue salty and perfect. He was close. Oh so fucking close, and it was just what I needed.
“Peyton,” he said in warning, his hands gripping my hair just tight enough that it stung.
Instead of heeding the warning, I took him as deep as I could and swallowed. Over and over while I gripped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck,” he shouted as his cock pumped out his orgasm, coating my tongue and my throat until he was completely empty. “Fuck,” he grunted again as his body shook.
I slid up the length of his body, not stopping until my pussy hovered over his mouth, teasing him simply because I could. Shivers stole up my spine when he gripped my ass and brought me down to his mouth, feasting on me like I was Thanksgiving dinner until I was so close to coming that my body was on fire and my nipples ached.
In that moment, Rocky tossed me on the bed, slid into me in one rough stroke, and pounded into me hard and fast, grunting with every stroke as if he couldn’t get enough of me, the girl who wasn’t worth it. His palm found its way to my cheek, and he fucked me like I meant something to him. Like I mattered.
I watched him and tried to hold on as another piece of my heart floated away. He owned another piece of my heart in that moment. His gaze was full of something I couldn’t decipher and refused to try, because I was seeing what I wanted to see, not what was there.
“Rocky,” I moaned and bucked my hips up to send him even deeper. “Yes.”
He gripped my tits, squeezing my nipples so hard tears sprang to my eyes, pounding over and over until I had the most explosive orgasm of my life. His name left my lips on a barely audible whisper.
A loud roar left his lips when he once again filled my body with his pleasure. “Peyton. Fuck, sweetheart.” His whispered words sounded like music to my ears. “I missed you.”
